I don't recall anyone being there the first time I went in the potty. My mom might have been there. I'm sure she would have been pleased, as it meant there'd be fewer diapers to wash. But I don't recall giving our kids more than a pat on the back or a big hug.
I have thought of moving from my little country town to the city where my grandsons live, but I have made a life for myself here and still want to live it. Being Granma doesn't mean I have to give up me.
Surprise, your children have children -- but they aren't caring for them well. All of the sudden you become the parents of your grandchildren, and your life takes an unplanned turn. This is now the reality for a growing number of senior citizens.